Page 62 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

If witches and ghosts were real, what else was out there?

Dean Winchester’s ass had not prepared me for this.

Even though I’d brushed off her warnings of doom and gloom. I’d clung to the facts regardless. Violet had explained that ghosts were cursed beings. Closer to weapons than the specters we’d seen in horror movies, trapped in the living world because of unfinished business or emotional attachment. No. Creating a ghost was difficult. Nearly impossible, especially now that the practice had been banned for hundreds of years. So how…and why had the murderous bitch who made Prudence done it?

If it was so difficult that even Violet, a witch, didn’t understand the specifics, how the hell had this woman known how to create him?

And also…

Why the fuck had Prudence been at the club that night I found him, in the first place?

Rare cursed ghosts probably didn’t frequent most clubs.

This was all so fucking confusing. My breath came out in stuttered little puffs and I covered my mouth to stifle the noise. What was going on? I understood why Violet was hell-bent on getting him away from me, but…didn’t she understand that I liked him? Sure, my attachment probably wasn’t the healthiest but, fuck… Couldn’t she see how badly I wanted him? That he was helping me?

She’d told me not to trust anyone.

Apparently she’d been right.

I just hadn’t realized she was the one I shouldn’t trust.

The sound of the kitchen knife meeting the cutting board made me flinch. A plume of onions and garlic aroma filled the air at the same time I came to the horrible conclusion that we were out of time.

We had no choice but to move forward with our plan.

Some part of me had hoped I’d have more time to at least think it through. But with Violet actively plotting against me, it was clear my time was up.

He’d attach himself to a phone pole if he thought it looked at him twice.

Tomorrow someone was going to arrive to take Prudence away from me. My heartbeat thudded so loudly I could barely think. Violet had decided to steal my agency from me just like Prudence’s family was planning on doing to him. Very real sympathy made my breath catch. Or maybe that was the horror I felt as I realized that Violet wasn’t cooking apology lasagna after all.

It was…betrayal lasagna.

She planned to woo me into a false state of security with cheesy carbs. It hurt. So fucking much. I never thought she’d do this to me.

Why couldn’t she just…trust me?

Was it because of Hunter?

Was it because of how much I’d cried—because I’d been struggling? When had my turmoil convinced her that I couldn’t take care of myself? When was the turning point? When had we stopped being equals? What did this mean for our friendship?

Maybe she was scared of losing me, but that didn’t justify this.

Fuck.

One thing was certain—I had to get away—I had to warn Prudence. We had to leave. There wasn’t time for more planning, not if Violet was actively plotting against us. His family could arrive at any time, and we’d be completely fucked. He could kiss his freedom goodbye, and I…well, I couldn’t handle what that would mean for my future.

There was no time to waffle about anymore. We’d use my savings. We’d have to. Even if we spent every last fucking dime, the pot of gold at the end of our adventure would more than make up for it. So I pushed aside my apprehension. Giving up those last few dollars felt like hacking off a vital part of me. I’d already lost so much. This was all I had left.

It wasn’t the money.

No.

It was what it represented.

My shrinking bank account was all that remained of the legacy I’d built, thinking it would last forever. I hadn’t known it was Rome until it’d fallen.

Violet couldn’t know what we were plotting. Which meant I had to sneak away without her noticing I’d been there at all. If she knew I’d overheard her conversation there was no telling what would happen next. I still didn’t understand the rules of the supernatural, or even what being a witch entailed. I didn’t want to find out the hard way.

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